October 11, 2010

... to get to the places where he's planting allium bulbs. And look! In the love grass stubble: an acorn stuck right in:

A squirrel must have thought that would keep it for the winter. And I had Googled for solutions to the problem of the squirrels digging all those little acorn-holes in the new lawn. I was sitting on the stoop at the time, but I relocated to the incredibly soft — spongy! — new turf grass:

You can eat white oak acorns. Boil them 5 minutes to soften the hulls. Peal them. Boil them again to release the tannin--about 5 minutes. Roast or fry them with salt or sugar like peanuts. I have a bag of them in the frig right now.

1. Meade is choosing not to be seen on the blog. I have so many pictures that I can't use. He prefers to be off screen. Or on screen as a blur.

2. The weird glow around me is a bit of a mystery. I think there was a lot of water in the air around the grass that misted up the lens and also that white tends to blow out the image with this camera.

Ann pouting on the lawn as the love grass is harvested, a dewy glow halos her sweet countenance as she remembers lush summer nights. And Meade, the mysterious figure who rescued her from her ivory tower, remains only a whispered presence, he who is responsible for the bloom on Madame's cheek.

Out here in Californie we lay gopher mesh underneath the lawn to thwart lawn peeling/burrowing/burying critters. I'm not sure that would work in freezing winter zones.

We decided to rip out the lawn and the tired foundation beds full of the usual suspects from the big box stores, terraform and replant the site to create a naturalized, meadow-dry creek scape of natives and enjoy watching the squirrels from the deck.

What kind of grass is that? I want to re-do our yard. Ask Meade if he recommends zoysia for Glenn Reynolds' area of East Tennesee? and if so, when to plant the plugs?OH, GV, you make me laugh! Today's is "bedays"